It’s Superstorm Sunday—and I’m not just talking about the weather but also the astrology, AKA the “whether.” Early this morning we had a full moon in networking Aquarius—a sign ruled by shit-stirring Uranus. Opposing the Sun in treat-me-right Leo, this moon sashays with Jupiter, Mr. Amplification. Translation? Drama-drama-drama in social dynamics— especially when it comes to transactional behavior masquerading as simple support. Very “breakdown, breakthrough” vibes since last night. My advice? Unless you’re spoiling for a fight or feeling especially open to reckonings, avoid social contact except to send magical carrier pigeons bearing chocolate and whiskey. Tomorrow will be a lot calmer, as Virgo Season begins tonight and the moon enters all-is-one Pisces. But if you have to deal with other people today—well, as my Masshole grandma used to say: “Good luck to you and the Red Sox.”
It’s Superstorm Sunday—and I’m not just talking about the weather but also the astrology, AKA the “whether.” Early this morning we had a full moon in networking Aquarius—a sign ruled by shit-stirring Uranus. Opposing the Sun in treat-me-right Leo, this moon sashays with Jupiter, Mr. Amplification. Translation? Drama-drama-drama in social dynamics— especially when it comes to transactional behavior masquerading as simple support. Very “breakdown, breakthrough” vibes since last night. My advice? Unless you’re spoiling for a fight or feeling especially open to reckonings, avoid social contact except to send magical carrier pigeons bearing chocolate and whiskey. Tomorrow will be a lot calmer, as Virgo Season begins tonight and the moon enters all-is-one Pisces. But if you have to deal with other people today—well, as my Masshole grandma used to say: “Good luck to you and the Red Sox.”